ScribblesInSanity

  On my quest to find my source and reason my existence. As I split between the Spirituality and Science of it All I seek is Equilibrium.   Am I just a speck of matter in this vast creation Or a part of the Infinite, absolute and invincible. As I split between the Physics and Metaphysics of it All I seek is Equilibrium.   As I close my eyes to delve inside. I see nothing yet I perceive something, I see many a things yet I comprehend nothing. Between the Seen and the Unseen. All I seek is Equilibrium.   A desire to leave behind A sensibility to stay where I am Between the Courage and the Wisdom All I seek is equilibrium.   Between the Phenomenon & the Noumenon of this existence All I seek is Equilibrium.

I’m proud of myself in ways you may not know. I’ve fought many battles, camouflaged a multiple scar that might not show. I’ve won a few laurels, though not the ones that are displayed on the shelf at home.   I’m proud of myself in many ways you may not know.   I’ve learnt lessons trying to make the chapters of my life fulfilling. Walked on wrong paths and was found by someone strange. Planned my actions only to lose myself to a mess by people known.   I’m proud of myself in many ways you may not know. I embraced the chaos. I rejoiced in the voids.   And you think I’m a distracted soul. But I’m proud of myself in ways you may never know.   My eyes open wide even when it rained the most. Never closing them even in the brightest sunshine.   Coz I will play my part well no matter how many times I forget my lines. Until I do close my eyes. I'll be  proud of myself in many ways you may never know.

वो जो मैं था  कुछ ऐसा था  अब क्या कहूँ कैसा था।  मेरी हसीं से समां बंध जाता था  मैं यूँ ही हस्ता हसाता  जैसे कुछ आवारा सा था अकेला तो था पर मेरे साथ रहता मेरी किस्मत का तारा था।  छत्त पे यूँ ही तारो को देख्ता किताबो के पन्नो मैं मोमबत्ती की रौशनी में मेरे पास कहानियों का पिटारा था।  वो शामें, वो छत्त, दोस्त, यार कड़ाके की ठण्ड मैं  यूँ ही बातों बातों मैं  मैंने कई बार देखा  शाम से सुबह का नज़ारा था।  एक छत्त, एक कमरा, कभी डब्बा, कभी ढाबे का खाना अप्ना भी क्या आशियाना था।  अकेला था, पर मेरे साथ रहता, मेरी किस्मत का तारा था।  हाँ ....बस था  मैं .. जो बस था । 

Dear Traveler, I’ve always been in awe of people like you who travel extensively. Those who capture spectacular visuals that make my eyes go wide in wonder and like a child I am glued to the screen. In that moment no other sound reaches the ears and as the camera moves and glides it’s like I am soaring high above the mountains in the sky drifted to some other world. A feeling as if I too have these small little wings fluttering, eager to fly. Is it your perspective or are some places really so damn magnificently beautiful?   Some people like the beaches, some the beauty of deserts. I am a mountain person. Both by blood and by heart. Watching the sunrise and sunsets in the hills, small treks that leave me with a sense of achievement and so much joy and nothing more gratifying than feeling that physical pain the next day after trekking.   I hope you can resonate with my thoughts.   This world is a beautiful place only if we know the right places to go and a traveler a natur...

In this world of “ Parenting” and diaper to summer camp talks, what about “ Non – Parenting”. People who choose ‘not’ to be  “Parents”.   It’s a life cycle to be born to give birth and to die to be born again. In the age old beliefs of how the society should function and the unspoken final commandment being  “ This is it & This is the way it should be.” It is not very difficult to break the norms or the “ life cycle”. What is a little uneasy is to live with it and be the odd one out when all questioning eyes are on you.   People analysing and assessing your life as a profit and loss theory. Of marriages and making love as investments, but are in vain and questionable if not able to add to the society.   Maybe a decision to not have a child and give oneself  priority. Maybe a decision to save the Earth from another environmental agony. Maybe a decision to escape the ultimate question coming from an innocent heart . “Why me?” Maybe a decision to save your...

You dream to travel, You travel to reach, To exotic destinations & places that make your heart skip a beat.   I too dream to travel but my travelogue has no resting end, No harbour no terminal not even a destination, Coz I am just a little scared to reach.   Always between the Start & the End That is my journey & that is where I long to be.   To not to belong A delusion, A fine fantasy. That is where thou shall always find me.   Destination Utopia. Not  a place. Not a stop. Not a halt.   A hunger to survive. Not a fantasyland my dear. Yet a place far from your reach.   That is where thou shall always find me.